The Judgment Pulse
The pulse hit Ridge like the weight of a collapsing sky. Every fiber of his body screamed, his veins flooded with searing heat and freezing cold at once. Heartfire flared violently, splintering into shards of molten light that tore across the frozen crater. Ridge roared, teeth bared, fists digging into the earth, trying to anchor himself against the pressure of the ancient presence.
The ground shivered, mountains quaking in slow, painful tremors. Trees bent, rivers froze mid-current, and the pack across the territories instinctively fell silent, sensing the cosmic tension that gripped their Alpha.
Aria’s voice came through the threads, layered, distant, yet piercing. “Ridge… you must anchor everything! Every thought, every heartbeat, every memory… even the fear!”
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